Len Gurts’ Edgy Backflash

I was experienced until I watched it
one final time sober, alone, animated, prohibited,
untoughened. The gravedigger came: I was so jealous.
I took us both out of the ground, changed
the players around. Now you should see my dancing, as if
any of the final times mattered: I have been someone
else’s fool, always. But I was only playing:

I kept quiet and smiled and lived as every myth
dragging myself through the quivering stages
inducing climaxes unapologetically, role played
and too greedily ahead of myself. No I was not
playing: I had been played. Now I leave characters
in basic sonnets. Now you can be played. But
be warned: this is not the experience.